You are still admiring Isabella's big boobs

You're so caught up in admiring Isabella's mammaries that you don't hear Emma's question.

"Do you want to fuck?" Emma's repeats, feeling a bit more ****.

"Sure babe," you say and you both strip out of your clothes. You lay down on the bed and Emma mounts you.

"They're really big," you say as your girlfriend eases her body down the full length of your member.

"My breasts?" she asks confused as she begins to grind her hips on you.

You laugh, "No, silly. Isabella's. I mean I knew she had big boobs, but they're even bigger than I thought."

"You like them?" Emma asks nervously.

"Well they are pretty nice. They've got heft - you know not too saggy considering how massive they are?" Emma can feel your cock at its peak size inside of her as you think about her friend's large breats.

"Do you wish I had big boobs like Isabella?" Emma asks almost afraid of the answer, but not able to resist herself.

"I like your boobs too. I've just never played with tits like Isabella's before," you admit honestly.

"Does Ava have smaller boobs like me?" Emma says asking your ex-girlfriend's rack.

"Lord, now. Ava was stacked too. Really big tits - sensitive too," you respond knowing that you're really teasing Emma hard about her small tits, "But Isabella's at least a cup bigger, and again, they just hang really well on her frame."

"I can get a boob job for you!" Emma says with a hit of desperation.

You stop fucking her cold, and respond with dire seriousness, "Nothing is worse than fake boobs. You could be flat as a board and fake would be worse. Science has not yet been able to make a fake boob that has the gloriousness of a nice big all-natural booby."